Wanna come over?

All the fun things. . .

1. The upstairs heater went out on Christmas Eve. Luckily it wasn't a big or expensive repair.

2. Somehow I burned a white circular stain into the kitchen table.

3. Christian has "fart-poops."

4. Lauren has "Lauren-rrhea."

5. We have rats in the garage.

6. I woke up this morning to the pitter-patter of rain coming from my living room. Nasty water heater pipe. Nice water stain on the ceiling. Maybe we can make pictures from them like looking at clouds and imagining what the shapes are.

7. Due to #6, I have not been to the grocery store today. Found a recipe for pork chops on the web that I had all of the ingredients for, so there's dinner. This is the third dinner in a row like this. Hopefully tomorrow I can get to the store.

Despite all of the above, I' m not a hysterical mess, things could be worse. It's just kind of funny how it all can hit at the same time.

Good thing: Lauren says "mommy" now on a regular basis, and it does mean that she wants me, which is nice.

Hey Keith. . .post #2

[Okay, I wrote the previous post BEFORE I saw what you wrote about me, and I wrote it in response to you seeing someone write a little blog about their husband and why didn't I have something like that about you on my blog. So that explains my previous post. ]

I really don't have words to express how I feel about my husband's post "How I met my wife." It is a funny, sweet story. . . and true. It is amazing that a few minutes here or there, and I may not be where I am today, and wouldn't know the difference. Keith is an amazing man. He's been many places and done many things, and always wants to do more. I would have never done a lot of things or gone a lot of places if it hadn't been for him. He's very smart, which is a deal breaker for me. Intelligence is sexy. He's very funny, too, although sometimes at my expense. I am not the wordsmith that he is either, but I do remember the day we met and I remember the impression he made on me.

One story he neglected to tell was about Valentine's Day of our freshman year. At that time I was dating his roommate, and his roommate sent me a present through the Off Campus Aggies. Who was my delivery man? Keith. I remember thinking that I wished the Valentine gift was from Keith instead of Kyle. How ironic that I've had Keith for every Valentine's Day since.

Almost 20 years later and here we are: house in the suburbs, 3 kids, minivan, soccer, etc. If someone would have fast forwarded my life and showed me this back then I would have never believed I could be so lucky! Keith, thanks for everything and I still love you after all these years!

Hey Keith, did you see this?

My husband is a great guy. You can see him down there in the picture with me. He is the best thing that ever happened to me. He is always making me laugh. I am so lucky to have such a great guy for a husband. He works very hard so I can stay at home with our three beautiful children, and provide them with all of their needs and then some.

Things to do. . .

My goal for January, now that it is almost half over, is to frame and hang my buffalo picture inthe game room. I have the frame and everything, just haven't done it.

Piles of Stuff

I am a genetically pre-disposed "piler." I have various piles of stuff all over the place. My Grandma has/had piles of stuff, my great-Grandma had piles of stuff, my mom has/had piles of stuff. I am doomed. I have been working on the kitchen piles and have made a good dent in the kitchen desk pile. Yesterday I spontaneously took care of the 2 kitchen table piles, because one toppled onto the floor. No excuse to not fix it. It did make us have to eat Papa John's last night, but, hey, I fixed up a nagging pile . . . actually 2! nagging piles. It was mostly the boys stuff, school papers, coloring books, etc. I weeded through it and have put the tmportant stuff in 2 color coded bins. Now it is a movable pile. When they get desks, the bins will go there. I have desks picked out for them at Rooms To Go, but I am apprehensive about spending money. I also want the study painted and a new light fixture first. But at least I fixed 2 piles. I am actually proud of that.

New Skills

Last night I made real mashed potatoes. Betty Crocker had absolutely nothing to do with them. It was all me and it was good.

Happy New Year!

Christmas is over. Finally. Not much to say. May quit the blog thing. Probably a waste of my time.